My wrists have healed, but I dont know if my times of desesperation are over or just begining. To the few who knew I promised "never again", a promise I hope I can keep.
Now I look at my grandmother with tears in her eyes and I am disgusted with myself. How could I compare nine months to fourtyseven years. Love is stronger than death, but regret can take you faster than any cancer ever cloud.
I didnt get a chance to tell him I loved him, not that he heard anyway. I hope he knew.
Maybe I should be writing about lighter subjects than life.love.regret. Because by the time this is out it might not mean at much to me, but right now it is consuming me with every breath. I am trying to see the sun again, but there is this cloud that just wont let me. Its like this giant burden that just wont go away, but maybe thats life. Go ahead and live and learn, but regret will always get you in the end and thats the only piece of mind I have.
Words are not enough to tell the people I love, that I love them. I hope they know who they are. Eric Allen 10445 Mast blvd. # 31, Santee, Ca. 92071.
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